I'm beginning to think
that I'm unlovable.
I carry all of the traits
of wanting to be loved.

I love.

Deeply.

I invite these hearts...
openly
blindly

based upon things like
music
film

my blind ideals.

I'll never profess 
to be a perfect man.
I'm as shitty as the bum
eyeing your final drink.
But I care

in the way the lion
cares for the antelope.

Without you, 
my dear, 

I'm nothing.


-Stephen M Crow
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